The Speaking Pork Trotter

In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution.
It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion.
Steel and flesh, past and future.
In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach.
The darkness is slowly creeping in.
But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness.
Gotta use fire.

Naming Technique of the Night

Lordbluefire

Qing Yi sat at the dining table in his mansion, eating a breakfast prepared by the servant, including fried eggs, white porridge, pickles, scallion pancakes, and steamed buns. It was not particularly extravagant, just delicately put together.


After finishing his meal, he wiped his mouth and walked outside. In the elevator hallway, six bodyguards, specifically requested by his mother, had been waiting for him early on, each one an elite from the military.


In fact, Qing Yi's security detail was not limited to these men; there were also two in the elevator, and he even had the elevator shaft checked with a life detector before he entered it each time.


Downstairs, two more guarded the fleet of cars to prevent anyone from tampering with the vehicles.


Qing Yi owned not just one property in District Three of City 10 but had bought all six units on this floor and the floors above and below for his security personnel and servants to reside in.


372, Taking office, CIA Inspector